I knew Isaiah didn’t need to panic. As soon as he stepped inside our house, Mom has been rooting for him. It is so obvious that she is fond of him. Even when she first met him in the hospital, it was so evident that she liked him. I really do not understand why Isaiah is in a state of panic.
Dad looked at him from head to foot, seemingly examining his clothes. Isaiah is wearing a sky-blue long-sleeved button-down shirt and a pair of black slacks. His hair is styled up and it made him look one hundred percent more handsome.
“Did you get lost around here?” Dad asked him.
Isaiah shook his head and smiled. “It was easy to find your house, sir,” he replied and there, I already know that he’s lying. My parents’ house is definitely hard to spot on the GPS app because there are a lot of trees
